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Friday, 21 November 2003 00:02Feel a bit shit, frankly. Have not slept well lately (what else is new?) and my head feels fuzzy again. Oh well, worse things happen at sea.
And this morning I went to check my flist... and was on my mama's area and she has now discovered how to get onto my LJ. I received the folllowing email: not only are you daft enough to leave books behind, you also HAD THE CHEEK TO ACCESS YOUR LIFEJOURNAL FROM MY COMPUTER AREA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I can check up on you (flirty indeed)
I have three points to make here. 1, yes I was stupid enough to leave my shorthand stuff behind. I didn't think my ability to be a total eejit was in question. 2, I was asked about a rock and roll harem, you think this is something to take seriously? And thirdly, the computer at home takes so long (for reasons beyond me) to switch users that I didn't have the time to twat about changing. Sorry.
To my most beautiful mother, who is bountiful and brilliant: Read on Macduff.
(To everyone else: she doesn't like Led Zeppelin, so I anticipate her getting bored pretty quickly)
What else? Oh yeah, I happened to flick channels earlier on the telly and found a thing about Egypt's dark age and famine and stuff. Paid attention cos this stuff is dead interesting and cos I'm about to embark, for better or worse, on a Mummy/Indiana Jones crossover... and I'm sitting there listening to Bernard 'Captain Smith in Titanic' Hill go on about how Egypt has measured the Nile floods and such since the 7th century blah blah blah... And I start to think that the song in the background is dead familiar and that harmonica sounds eerily like something I've listened to a trillion times. Led Zeppelin IV's closing track 'When The Levee Breaks' was on a BBC show about Egypt and famine and stuff. A song about a levee breaking because of a flood when Hill is narrating that the Nile didn't flood for years is a bit mean if you ask me, but then maybe they don't care. They cut just before Blond Zep started singing. I'd be miffed but I'm far too tired.
Ah, was forced into listening to The Darkness' album Permission To Land all the way to Sunderland cos I left my Led Zep set at home (on purpose, though) and because I wanted to at least give it a chance. Now, I really like 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' I really do. The rest though... I'm not so sure. Sometimes they sound a lot like Queen and sometimes they sound like a lot of other heavy glam bands from the 70s (sounded a bit like the Sweet at one point if I recall correctly) but it wasn't anything that made my heart sing. It didn't make me want to run off and join a band like listening to The Zeppelin or the Beatles or Queen does. It didn't make me want to find out all about the Darkness like I did with the Beatles (Ringo's birthday, anyone?) and go through their lyrics line by line working out what they mean like I did with the Artist Formerly Known as the Lizard King. The guitarwork was nice if a little too Brian May for my tastes.
But Justin Hawkins' voice doesn't make me feel like music is everything. In fact, I found his falsetto thing got pretty fecking annoying after a while- and I'm a fan of shriekers like Robert Plant and Jim Morrison. Hell, right now I'm listening to Night Fever by the Bee Gees (disco issues- don't ask). They've got more heart and soul than anything else I've heard lately, but it doesn't inspire me like Disraeli Gears does. I Believe In A Thing Called Love is a good song. But it's not Return to Me by my beloved Dino, nor is it Somethin' Else by Eddie Cochran or What Is and What Should Never Be by the Zeppelin or... all those songs that make me feel like the world is a good place if they can exist in it, that make me feel like music has the power to change minds and hearts, move mountains and change the whole bleedin world. It doesn't make me want to cry like Return to Me. It doesn't make me want to dance like Somethin Else and it doesn't make me want to sing like What Is... It didn't change my world view like Revolver and Led Zeppelin III did. It didn't change my entire universe like the Beatles did so long ago and it hasn't taught me anything new like Dean Martin did.
Perhaps I am too demanding of musicians. I'm not suggesting that they be as good as the Beatles (As if) nor suggesting that they be as good as my third favourite band. And to be fair, the Darkness are from Lowestoft, and generally I don't expect much from people from Norfolk... But I do demand an attempt at the best by the musicians I allow into my soul. It's a running joke of sorts that all my heroes are most definitely anti-heroes. But that's not all they have in common- they all strove to be the best they could when it came to the music.
Because when all the mud-shark and groupies-and-cocaine stories get boring (and they do) what's left, what is always left is the music. And like Steven Tyler said, rock and roll is the greatest drug there is. And let's face it- the former Toxic Twin should know.
On the guitar front- I had to leave my baby at home. But I have got Song to the Siren by Tim Buckley and One More Cup Of Coffee by Bob Dylan down pretty well. Also let rip on I Know It's Only Rock and Roll by the Rolling Stones- with a capo I can play it in a key more suitable to my voice than Mick Jagger's. Have One More Cup of Coffee sounding like a mixture between the Dylan/Emmylou Harris version and the Robert Plant Dreamland version. So it's kind of a nasal shriek. It may be best if you don't ask.
Also, I wrote twenty music and movie related questions for a quiz my dad is doing for something. Not one, you will be pleased/shocked to discover had in the Q or A the words 'Errol Flynn'. I think there was a Zeppelin question though. I can't help it! I'm only human! All are powerless against the onslaught of the might Zeppelin and its rampaging horde! Or not. Just me then?
Until next time............................
And this morning I went to check my flist... and was on my mama's area and she has now discovered how to get onto my LJ. I received the folllowing email: not only are you daft enough to leave books behind, you also HAD THE CHEEK TO ACCESS YOUR LIFEJOURNAL FROM MY COMPUTER AREA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I can check up on you (flirty indeed)
I have three points to make here. 1, yes I was stupid enough to leave my shorthand stuff behind. I didn't think my ability to be a total eejit was in question. 2, I was asked about a rock and roll harem, you think this is something to take seriously? And thirdly, the computer at home takes so long (for reasons beyond me) to switch users that I didn't have the time to twat about changing. Sorry.
To my most beautiful mother, who is bountiful and brilliant: Read on Macduff.
(To everyone else: she doesn't like Led Zeppelin, so I anticipate her getting bored pretty quickly)
What else? Oh yeah, I happened to flick channels earlier on the telly and found a thing about Egypt's dark age and famine and stuff. Paid attention cos this stuff is dead interesting and cos I'm about to embark, for better or worse, on a Mummy/Indiana Jones crossover... and I'm sitting there listening to Bernard 'Captain Smith in Titanic' Hill go on about how Egypt has measured the Nile floods and such since the 7th century blah blah blah... And I start to think that the song in the background is dead familiar and that harmonica sounds eerily like something I've listened to a trillion times. Led Zeppelin IV's closing track 'When The Levee Breaks' was on a BBC show about Egypt and famine and stuff. A song about a levee breaking because of a flood when Hill is narrating that the Nile didn't flood for years is a bit mean if you ask me, but then maybe they don't care. They cut just before Blond Zep started singing. I'd be miffed but I'm far too tired.
Ah, was forced into listening to The Darkness' album Permission To Land all the way to Sunderland cos I left my Led Zep set at home (on purpose, though) and because I wanted to at least give it a chance. Now, I really like 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' I really do. The rest though... I'm not so sure. Sometimes they sound a lot like Queen and sometimes they sound like a lot of other heavy glam bands from the 70s (sounded a bit like the Sweet at one point if I recall correctly) but it wasn't anything that made my heart sing. It didn't make me want to run off and join a band like listening to The Zeppelin or the Beatles or Queen does. It didn't make me want to find out all about the Darkness like I did with the Beatles (Ringo's birthday, anyone?) and go through their lyrics line by line working out what they mean like I did with the Artist Formerly Known as the Lizard King. The guitarwork was nice if a little too Brian May for my tastes.
But Justin Hawkins' voice doesn't make me feel like music is everything. In fact, I found his falsetto thing got pretty fecking annoying after a while- and I'm a fan of shriekers like Robert Plant and Jim Morrison. Hell, right now I'm listening to Night Fever by the Bee Gees (disco issues- don't ask). They've got more heart and soul than anything else I've heard lately, but it doesn't inspire me like Disraeli Gears does. I Believe In A Thing Called Love is a good song. But it's not Return to Me by my beloved Dino, nor is it Somethin' Else by Eddie Cochran or What Is and What Should Never Be by the Zeppelin or... all those songs that make me feel like the world is a good place if they can exist in it, that make me feel like music has the power to change minds and hearts, move mountains and change the whole bleedin world. It doesn't make me want to cry like Return to Me. It doesn't make me want to dance like Somethin Else and it doesn't make me want to sing like What Is... It didn't change my world view like Revolver and Led Zeppelin III did. It didn't change my entire universe like the Beatles did so long ago and it hasn't taught me anything new like Dean Martin did.
Perhaps I am too demanding of musicians. I'm not suggesting that they be as good as the Beatles (As if) nor suggesting that they be as good as my third favourite band. And to be fair, the Darkness are from Lowestoft, and generally I don't expect much from people from Norfolk... But I do demand an attempt at the best by the musicians I allow into my soul. It's a running joke of sorts that all my heroes are most definitely anti-heroes. But that's not all they have in common- they all strove to be the best they could when it came to the music.
Because when all the mud-shark and groupies-and-cocaine stories get boring (and they do) what's left, what is always left is the music. And like Steven Tyler said, rock and roll is the greatest drug there is. And let's face it- the former Toxic Twin should know.
On the guitar front- I had to leave my baby at home. But I have got Song to the Siren by Tim Buckley and One More Cup Of Coffee by Bob Dylan down pretty well. Also let rip on I Know It's Only Rock and Roll by the Rolling Stones- with a capo I can play it in a key more suitable to my voice than Mick Jagger's. Have One More Cup of Coffee sounding like a mixture between the Dylan/Emmylou Harris version and the Robert Plant Dreamland version. So it's kind of a nasal shriek. It may be best if you don't ask.
Also, I wrote twenty music and movie related questions for a quiz my dad is doing for something. Not one, you will be pleased/shocked to discover had in the Q or A the words 'Errol Flynn'. I think there was a Zeppelin question though. I can't help it! I'm only human! All are powerless against the onslaught of the might Zeppelin and its rampaging horde! Or not. Just me then?
Until next time............................
